Chapter 3: Claire Gets Abused by Kings Guards

After having enjoyed whipping her under the eyes of the guards, who had come immediately, Louis pointed out to his soldiers poor Claire, who was crying bitterly, naked as when she was born.

“This cursed British spy broke into my room with the idea of luring me as the most ignoble of whores. But I was smarter than her and played her game, I have subjugated and punished her, but for what she deserves it is still not enough. Get her dressed before you drag her to the Bastille. I don’t want any gossip about me at court. Tell the guardhouse commander to tighten up his watch over this young body, that he assigns three times as many guards to her cell and that this little snake is guarded on sight. I believe my guards will not be content with just watching ... I am sure that Madame Beauchamp will be able to do the honors of the house to her captors, is it true, bitch?... “.

Claire was crying and dressed as quickly as she could, to cover her beautiful body from the gaze of the two eager soldiers.

“That’s enough! - Louis said when only his chemise was put back on - Madame Beauchamp doesn’t go to a royal reception at the court but ... to a private party. We save our guards precious time, when they will want to undress you!!...”

Claire wept bitterly at being defeated by such a cowardly man. Defiantly and wiping her tears, she replied:

“You are just an ignoble coward! You demand sexual favors from a defenseless woman, who comes to ask you for justice. And to force her to bow to your wishes, you lock an innocent person in prison. You disgust me!”

Louis was dumbfounded by those words and pointed the woman to the two guards, who immediately grabbed her. When he saw her immobilized and helpless, Louis approached smiling wickedly and gave her a slap in the face and immediately after her backhanded.

“Still full of fire eh, damn English bitch! Well, it will be even more fun for me to get you down. Evidently one cock is not enough for you, you are such an insatiable bitch! You two! Strip this whore off and fuck her here, right now, in front of me! I really want to enjoy the show!”

“Nooooo!!! Damn, leave me! Leave meeeeeee!!!” Claire cried desperately as the two hurried to obey that unexpected order with a pleasure as big as their erections. The shirt covering the woman was ripped off her and Claire found herself naked again between the two soldiers. She tried in vain to defend herself or to escape their grasp but she could do nothing against their strength and their growing excitement. Louis at a distance from her invited them to slap the woman to reduce her to her obedience.

“Fuck this filthy English bitch! I want to see her fucked from all sides! Wild and arrogant fillies like this one must be tamed with the whip and with the mounting of one or two thoroughbred stallions!”

The soldiers chuckled at that pun that wasn’t out of place at all, given the size of the two impressive cocks that came out of the two pants of their uniforms.

“Come, Your Grace, we will let you taste something that you will remember for a while!- said the corporal, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to lean forward, with her face at the height of the pubis covered with dark hair from which a cock smelly emerged. And while he was pulling her hair making her scream and shoving the rod all the way down her throat, the companion settled behind the beautiful victim, ready to fuck her from behind.